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"Yes, absolutely teach me this dirty song. Once I'm better I'll sing it at every given opportunity." He's grateful when she moves in to help before much longer standing on his own he might have crumpled to the floor. He starts moving toward the couch since it's closer than the bed.

There's no puss or fluid, she'll be relieved to see. Wade's not quite as horrifying as comic!Deadpool is sometimes drawn luckily. He's only movie ugly.

Edited 2022-05-31 01:05 (UTC)

"I know several. Each one worst than the last." She angles him towards the sofa and helps settle him in place before going to fetch a chair so she can sit by his side. "Wait until I get to 'Frigging in the Rigging' or 'The Hedgehog Can Never Be Buggered'."

"Now, as for what I can do. I can't heal you, but I can loan you something that will stop your ability to feel pain. Other senses might be a bit dulled, and you'll need to be careful because you won't feel any injuries." She's going to give him a list of written instructions once the spell is complete, but for now she'll just get to work. From a kitbag at her side, she pulls out a dark, semi-translucent stone and a bit of twine. While she talks, she braids the string into a little pouch and a neck strap. "If you brake or lose this, I will come find you, and take one of your balls to make a new one. Clear, darling?"

To feel no pain. Something colors his expression a moment. That had been one of Francis' mutant abilities. Fucking bastard. It's not a luxury Wade's ever had.

"Even before the city decided to slap this power dampener on me, I've always been in pain. Never a moment I wasn't..." The idea of it being gone for the duration of this spell is both a thrilling prospect and terrifying. It's been a constant companion, he might feel empty without it.

For a moment he's not sure he'd heard her right, "Was that just a threat, or is this whatever it is that you're making actually made out of someone's balls?"

Who the fuck had Scott just sent his way? And why was he turned on!?

"Why not both?" A threat and made from a testicle; not that she'd take both balls. Once she's content with her macrame skills, she speaks a little smidge of something magical and the stone shifts colour from murky grey, to a cloudy, pale blue.

"There. I'll need to rededicate it to you every couple days, but so long as it's touching skin, it should work." The thing looks quite simple as it rests in the palm of her hand. "Take it."

"Wouldn't be the first time I've lost one. Or both. So who was the poor unfortunate soul that gave you this ball?" Threats of injury never really did much to dissuade him, although that was when his powers were actually working.

He stares at the stone-turned necklace a moment before reaching out to take it and set it around his neck, waiting for the effects to take hold. When it starts, Wade can't help but gasp as the pain starts to lift. He's not going to acknowledge them, but tears do start to form in the corner of his eyes.

"A friend's ex." She might be telling the truth! Or not. Hard to tell, but either way, she's smiling and doing some sort of magical equivalent to checking his ~aura~ or whatever. Once she's satisfied that her magic isn't going to turn him into an ugly pile of semi-sentient goo, she moves on to check his pulse and breathing.

"I had some fun with him first. I may be a moral deviant, but I am not a fan of that sort of screaming during the act."

"Or... you could make them not feel pain first with one of these ball sacks from someone else. Or would that ruin the effectiveness?"

What he's feeling is so strange. Nothing. It's amazing, honestly. Even if he'd nearly forgotten what it felt like.

"Looks and wit. Aren't you the full package?" Well, the full package so long as he doesn't lose her transmuter's stone.

Brushing past his questions, she has one of her own: "Do you feel up to having something to eat or drink? Given your state, I don't suggest you try anything too exciting, but I can't be trusted to cook anything fancy. I can manage some tea and toast. I'll even cut it into shapes if you want."

"I'm full of something at least." Wade opens his eyes again and sits up. "So not my usual diet of pizza, tacos, burritos, ice cream, and poptarts, then?"

Yes, Wade has a diet like a teenage boy.

"Tea and toast are fine... and cut them into dicks. And put from Mallowfluff at the tips. Obviously."

She gently pats his hand, before standing to go to the kitchen. "You'll have to teach me what most of those are."

There's some quiet rattling about as she makes tea and toast. In part, she does it so he'll eat, but also to give him a little more time to process. She's known more than one wizard who took up the job as a way to stave off their own pain. Once the food is ready, she returns to the sitting room and offers a plate with an assortment of dick-shaped toast points. Did she use magic to get them into the right shapes?

Damn right.

"Hope you don't mind that I got a little creative. I find that this city focuses a bit too much on human cocks. No love for those of us packing anything else." She smiles, showing off her neat, white teeth and promptly bites the head off the most human-looking piece.

"What? You don't know what most of those are? Fuck me. Where are you from? So I know to never go there." It sounded TERRIBLE.

He stays where he's at on the couch while she makes the tea and toast, mostly relishing the feel of a pain-free existence. It's fucking phenomenal. God, if he felt no pain and had his healing? That would be a recipe for disaster!

When she comes back he takes a look at the cock toast spread. So many different sizes and shapes! Then she bites the human one and he can't help but wince, but also his dick does stir. He's an odd one, okay? Wade grabs one that looks like a corkscrew.

"Some impressive knife work on this toast." He slowly lowers it into his mouth, tongue flicking at the tip before he slides it down his throat.

"What can I say, I'm good with both knives and pricks." She laughs and there's a funny sort of not-purr rattle at the end of it. "And I'm from the great Rift City, Yesh-me Ayin, and no one here seems to know it. We might not have those foods you mentioned, but we have plenty of our own."

"I'm going to assume that at least one of the things you mentioned is some sort of dumpling or hand-pie. Never found a culture that didn't have those."

"Fuck. You tryin' to turn me on? Because it's working." He finishes eating his piece of toast and brushes off his hands, before reaching for a cup of tea. He's not much of a tea drinker, but any kind of liquid sounded like heaven right now with how dry his throat was.

"Pizza... is a hand-pie I guess? It's the crust, tomato sauce, cheese, and topped with whatever. My favorite is olive and pineapple."

"If I was really putting in the effort, you wouldn't be left wondering." She looks pleased with herself before gently patting his arm. A little condescending? Maybe mean? Perhaps, but in a playful way.

"Like a sort of flatbread. Lovely."

People being mean to him is one of his favorite pastimes... and possibly kinks too, honestly.

"So you're the forward type? I like that." It would save him the trouble of picking apart every word and action and assuming it meant something perhaps it didn't. He's not always the best at reading signals.

"It is lovely. And greasy. And vastly unhealthy, but I don't care."

"Quite forward. For all this city has wrong, they put me into the right group." Illumination genuinely enjoys being a (semi)mean Dominant. "For example, when you're feeling up to it, I'd like to have you eat me out."

Hey, it's healthier than a pizza.

He sputters a bit at the forwardness. Hello!

"Well, I would like to have you have me eat you out. So... win-win!"

Wade glances down at the makeshift necklace, "You think I'd be okay to do that while this is still going on? I feel fucking fantastic right now, but as far as exertions go... it may be pushing the limits. Not that I'm opposed, because if it does me in-- what a way to go!"

"Let's wait until your stamina is a little better, hmm? As much as I enjoy getting off, I'd rather not have to explain that the power of my parts is what killed you." She pauses, looking suitably thoughtful as she nibbles on a piece of toast. "If I really did need it, I suppose I could always get myself off while you watched."

"What a hell of a story that would be though." Wade laughs as he leans forward for another toast dick. He starts eating it from the ball side up this time. Her suggestion puts a light into his eyes.

"And do you really need it?"

Please say yes!

"Need, no, but ..." She might want it. "Do you think it would be helpful for your morale?"

As she waits for him to answer, she is already getting a little more comfortable on her chair, opening the top button of her trousers.

"Uh... yeah. I do think that. I need that thing boosted so hard. Like, I didn't want to say anything but I'm just really down in the dumps, so clearly you can help me with that."

Is he rambling? You're rambling!

"I do hope it helps." She stretches, a little more, undoing her trousers and pushing them down to the floor. Lu kicks them off and over to one side. Her underwear is smooth, pale pink and silky - there's just the faintest mark of wetness over her slit.

"You don't mind that I have a cock, do you? And, of course, should you want to stroke your own, I'd love to see it - provided you let me come first."

Wade is staring, yes. Although not in any way that can be described as distaste. He's surprised, perhaps, but his own cock is already starting to bulge in his sweatpants.

"No, I don't mind at all... that's fucking hot as hell, honestly. Really wish I wasn't dying right now, gotta say. Because I'd like to do a lot more than watch you right now." He starts to slide down his pants and boxers, letting his thick half-hard scarred cock flop free, growing harder by the second.

"I wish you weren't dying as well, but from what I understand, in this place it's not particularly permanent." She rubs her fingers over the damp spot on her panties before she slips a hand under the waistband. "So once you're up and about again, I do hope you'll come find me. You look deliciously thick and I think I'd like it very much if you were to fuck me."

As her fingers move, her breath catches and she shivers. She could get herself off just like this, but maybe she ought to give him a little more of a show. "There's no graceful way to strip, is there? Not when one is sitting."

This means Lu has to stand to shimmy out of her underwear, and Wade is able to see that she has a cunt, of sorts. When she sits back down and spreads her lips with her fingers, he might be able to see that there's something curling and moving inside. A thin tendril loops out, and twines around her fingers.

"Yeah, the story of my life. Always get so close to actual death but can't even make it there when I don't have my powers... not that I'm exactly trying for that these days." But he had been for a while there. "And you better bet I'm gonna look you up when I'm better."

Because he wants to get his thick cock in as many of her holes as she'd allow frankly. He wobbles his now hard dick at her and starts to stroke it as he watches. His head tilts as she gets up to bare herself. Nice ass, nice cock, nice... pussy?

Wade looks a little nervous, "Umm... what's that? I like a bit of tentacle porn... uh, but really hoping this isn't about to turn into a dentata situation."

In which case he might be afraid to fuck her, even if his dick would grow back. Although, hell, maybe he would anyway if he was horny enough.

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