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"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.

"That is my cock. And I only have the one, standard set of teeth." At the moment. The life cycle of Qin's Get is a mystery to most humans and they want to keep it that way. "And I promise that even if I did grow some spares, I wouldn't bite off anything you didn't want nipped."

"I know that mine doesn't look like yours, which by the way, I hope to get a chance to blow at some point. It looks like it would have just the right sort of weight in my mouth, and I think you'd make lovely sounds." She slicks her fingers up between her legs before moving close enough that she can stroke his prick.

"Ah, okay! Sorry, my writer has terrible reading comprehension and missed that bit that you'd not shown it to me yet. It's a problem!" He makes a drinking motion as though implying his 'writer' is an alcoholic. "Nice call back to the penis toast by the way. That there are all different sorts of cocks. I love it when a narrative comes together!"

He gives her a thumbs up with the hand not currently clutching his own dick, "And I make the best sounds. All the best 'oohs' and 'ahhs', maybe a little 'guh' action if you really get me going. I may even sing."

Wade's hand quickly moves away when she goes to touch him instead, as though he's going to say no to that!

Since the fourth wall is currently a little wobbly, let's all just assume that Wade channels his love of Mel Brooks and sings 'Sweet Mystery of Life.' Not in this exact moment, but it's a great image to hold onto for the future.

Ahem.

"You can keep your hand on your prick; I just wanted to make sure you'd have a bit of slick. Hate to think you would chafe and not feel the discomfort." Her motions are slow, teasing more than anything else. Lu takes her time to get a feel for his body, the odd texture of his skin, and mostly wants to reassure herself he's not about to die.

"How thoughtful you are." He answers with a small laugh, all too happy to use that lubrication to make stroking himself that much easier, but his eyes don't leave her for a moment. Eyes following the path of her hands on him and then herself.

If Wade's about to die, he doesn't know it. He feels well enough, but it's really hard to say with the charm she'd given him.

"I am terribly considerate." Lu settles back in her seat, legs spread, and content to watch him while she takes her time playing with herself. The tendril steadily moves out from her slit as she works - it's flushed, slippery, and grows from a wide base into a slender coil.

"Let me know if you want a top up." A pause. "Or you're welcome to, ah, take a little from the source if you want."

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