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"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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