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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."

"Don't mind if I do."

He doesn't really need any more lubrication just yet, but that offer has him already scooting closer to lean a hand toward her. His fingers head to touch her cunt and even slide two fingers inside her beside Lu's own before pulling them back to start stroking himself again.

Inside, she's hot and wet, the tip of her cock curling around his fingers before he withdraws. "Wade, sweetheart, you really need to get better and soon. I like your fingers in me, but I'm greedy enough to want more."

The feeling of her cock curling around his fingers does things to him, groaning and a soft curse escaping his lips, quickly returning that now slicked hand back to his eager dick.

"When I'm better... I will let you do pretty much whatever you like with me. And I mean anything. Even if it's not on my kink list. You're making me so fucking hard."

"I always like to negotiate lists before I start with anything too, ah, athletic." She spreads her legs, one propped up on the sofa so she's at a better angle for him to watch. Lu dips her fingers inside, stroking along the edges of her slit, before rubbing at the base of her cock.

"Although, it is - ah!- vital that you're dressed as a nun while I wear the neon parrot suit. The habit is a must, because how else will you be able to piss on chess set? You know, as normal people do."

"I'll have you know that I'm very flexible when I'm not dying," Wade promises, watching her work herself over and cock fisted in his hand. He's not being gentle with it as he strokes. It's not going to be long at all until he comes.

And if she expects him to back down from what seems to be clearly just a joke, she's got another thing coming. Besides cum.

"Oh, yes. That's a classic. The old nun, parrot, golden shower chess match. I'll buy the nun outfit in the morning."

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