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Karkat sits at his desk, completely bored and not really focused on his computer screen. As he almost drifts off to sleep, he hears the door to his hive click open. He looks over his shoulder, curious as to who could be here.
He growls at him, before managing to pick himself up, stumbling slightly. He’s still very sore and it clearly shows.
Oh, yes, we certainly wouldnt want that would we? I don’t think I’d be able to look at myself without spewing my last meal up if that happened.
Karkat looks at his tattered pants and ruined shirt.
You owe me a new outfit, by the way.
Dualscar huffs, rolling his eyes.
If I wwasn’t in such a good mood, I’d rip them off you for good and make you wwalk home naked. Here.
He rummages in his pocket and pulls out a golden coin, then flicks it at Karkat, watching it hit him square in the chest and drop to the ground.
Don’t spend it all in one place.
Bending down, he snatches it off the ground, not bothering to say thanks.
Yeah, whatever.
Karkat rolls his eyes at the highblood, trying to straighten out his stance and not make the pain still throbbing in his lower half show.
Dualscar sneers and grabs him by the jaw for a moment to make him look straight up into his violet eyes.
Wwhen you find yourself just aching for another round, you knoww wwhere to find me.
With that, he gives Karkat a sloppy, vulgar kiss on the lips, fully expecting to get bitten, before stalking off slowly with a swish of his cape.
He returns the sneer, and grips Dualscar’s wrist when his jaw is grabbed, claws digging into the other’s skin.
Oh, trust me, I highly doubt I’ll ever come crawling to you for “another round”.
As the highblood had expected, Karkat bites down into the other’s lip, drawing blood that he spits out as he watches the other leave. Rolling his eyes he turns to do the same.
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Karkat gives him a glare and props himself up on his elbows, arms shaking slightly from over working himself already.
What the fuck do you think you’re laughing at? So that happened, what does that prove? Oh I know, it proves jack shit.
Dualscar lets out a little yawn and stretches lazily, cracking his joints. He smiles in a condescending manner and tilts his head to give Karkat a bored look.
I’m fairly sure it provves you’re subject to my evvery wwhim. But go on, keep yelling at me, it’s a big turn-on; perhaps I could be convvinced to havve another go at you.
He shakes, not in exhaustion, but in renewed anger. Karkat snaps his legs shut even tighter and Dualscar’s threat, not doubting that he’ll do it.
Oh my fucking god does the arrogance EVER stop radiating off of you?! You only think I’ll do everything you command, but I’m pretty damn sure I’ve stated this already, and made it quite clear, that I’ll never do anything a dickbag like you tells me too.
Dualscar laughs again; Karkat’s rage is nearly tangible.
Perhaps your uncontrolled anger problem has impacted your hearing: did I say I expect you to obey me wwillingly? I’vve come to find out that forcing you is more fun.
He steps over to where the cherryblood still lays and gives him a light kick to his side, not hard enough to really hurt, but perhaps it would leave a little bruise.
Get up. You lay there trembling any longer and I might find a vvestige of pity for you. Wwhat a disgrace.
He growls at him, before managing to pick himself up, stumbling slightly. He’s still very sore and it clearly shows.
Oh, yes, we certainly wouldnt want that would we? I don’t think I’d be able to look at myself without spewing my last meal up if that happened.
Karkat looks at his tattered pants and ruined shirt.
You owe me a new outfit, by the way.
Dualscar huffs, rolling his eyes.
If I wwasn’t in such a good mood, I’d rip them off you for good and make you wwalk home naked. Here.
He rummages in his pocket and pulls out a golden coin, then flicks it at Karkat, watching it hit him square in the chest and drop to the ground.
Don’t spend it all in one place.
Bending down, he snatches it off the ground, not bothering to say thanks.
Yeah, whatever.
Karkat rolls his eyes at the highblood, trying to straighten out his stance and not make the pain still throbbing in his lower half show.
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Karkat gives him a glare and props himself up on his elbows, arms shaking slightly from over working himself already.
What the fuck do you think you’re laughing at? So that happened, what does that prove? Oh I know, it proves jack shit.
Dualscar lets out a little yawn and stretches lazily, cracking his joints. He smiles in a condescending manner and tilts his head to give Karkat a bored look.
I’m fairly sure it provves you’re subject to my evvery wwhim. But go on, keep yelling at me, it’s a big turn-on; perhaps I could be convvinced to havve another go at you.
He shakes, not in exhaustion, but in renewed anger. Karkat snaps his legs shut even tighter and Dualscar’s threat, not doubting that he’ll do it.
Oh my fucking god does the arrogance EVER stop radiating off of you?! You only think I’ll do everything you command, but I’m pretty damn sure I’ve stated this already, and made it quite clear, that I’ll never do anything a dickbag like you tells me too.
Dualscar laughs again; Karkat’s rage is nearly tangible.
Perhaps your uncontrolled anger problem has impacted your hearing: did I say I expect you to obey me wwillingly? I’vve come to find out that forcing you is more fun.
He steps over to where the cherryblood still lays and gives him a light kick to his side, not hard enough to really hurt, but perhaps it would leave a little bruise.
Get up. You lay there trembling any longer and I might find a vvestige of pity for you. Wwhat a disgrace.
He growls at him, before managing to pick himself up, stumbling slightly. He’s still very sore and it clearly shows.
Oh, yes, we certainly wouldnt want that would we? I don’t think I’d be able to look at myself without spewing my last meal up if that happened.
Karkat looks at his tattered pants and ruined shirt.
You owe me a new outfit, by the way.
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Unable to continue holding back, he sobs and moans at the mixture of pleasure and horrible pain coursing through his body. Karkat gives up on fighting and lets it happen, too worn out to keep it up. He squeals loudly, and much to his embarressment as Dualscar bites into his shoulder. It’s too much. It’s just too much. He releases a small flood of genetic material, sending his body into random spasms and twitches, and tightening around the seadweller’s bulge.
Dualscar groans as he feels the pressure mount around his bulge and he hits his own climax, thrusting a few final times and filling his unfortunate partner with a torrent of violet fluid. His teeth rip out of Karkat’s shoulder and he sucks the blood from his mouth, breathing hard, then pulls his writhing bulge free. He takes a moment to nip at the exhausted cherryblood’s ear before backing off, sitting on his knees to catch his breath.
Maybe you’re too stubborn to actually learn from this, mutant…but you damn wwell better remember it.
He takes in shaky breaths, completely spent and sore. He winces as his ear is nipped, and angles his head to watch Dualscar sit back. With a small, tired snarl, he flips him off.
He snorts, then chuckles, then is full on laughing at being given the finger after all of that. And he thought of himself as stubborn! He can hardly believe this guy.
Right back at you, champ.
Shaking his head, Dualscar stands and rights himself, getting an eyeful of poor Karkat still on the ground covered in blood and genetic material. His black lips are curled in a sneer but his respect for the smaller troll’s neverending flippancy has gone up a notch, no longer entirely inexistant.
Karkat gives him a glare and props himself up on his elbows, arms shaking slightly from over working himself already.
What the fuck do you think you’re laughing at? So that happened, what does that prove? Oh I know, it proves jack shit.
Dualscar lets out a little yawn and stretches lazily, cracking his joints. He smiles in a condescending manner and tilts his head to give Karkat a bored look.
I’m fairly sure it provves you’re subject to my evvery wwhim. But go on, keep yelling at me, it’s a big turn-on; perhaps I could be convvinced to havve another go at you.
He shakes, not in exhaustion, but in renewed anger. Karkat snaps his legs shut even tighter and Dualscar’s threat, not doubting that he’ll do it.
Oh my fucking god does the arrogance EVER stop radiating off of you?! You only think I’ll do everything you command, but I’m pretty damn sure I’ve stated this already, and made it quite clear, that I’ll never do anything a dickbag like you tells me too.
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Unable to continue holding back, he sobs and moans at the mixture of pleasure and horrible pain coursing through his body. Karkat gives up on fighting and lets it happen, too worn out to keep it up. He squeals loudly, and much to his embarressment as Dualscar bites into his shoulder. It’s too much. It’s just too much. He releases a small flood of genetic material, sending his body into random spasms and twitches, and tightening around the seadweller’s bulge.
Dualscar groans as he feels the pressure mount around his bulge and he hits his own climax, thrusting a few final times and filling his unfortunate partner with a torrent of violet fluid. His teeth rip out of Karkat’s shoulder and he sucks the blood from his mouth, breathing hard, then pulls his writhing bulge free. He takes a moment to nip at the exhausted cherryblood’s ear before backing off, sitting on his knees to catch his breath.
Maybe you’re too stubborn to actually learn from this, mutant…but you damn wwell better remember it.
He takes in shaky breaths, completely spent and sore. He winces as his ear is nipped, and angles his head to watch Dualscar sit back. With a small, tired snarl, he flips him off.
He snorts, then chuckles, then is full on laughing at being given the finger after all of that. And he thought of himself as stubborn! He can hardly believe this guy.
Right back at you, champ.
Shaking his head, Dualscar stands and rights himself, getting an eyeful of poor Karkat still on the ground covered in blood and genetic material. His black lips are curled in a sneer but his respect for the smaller troll’s neverending flippancy has gone up a notch, no longer entirely inexistant.
Karkat gives him a glare and props himself up on his elbows, arms shaking slightly from over working himself already.
What the fuck do you think you’re laughing at? So that happened, what does that prove? Oh I know, it proves jack shit.
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Tears stream down his face as he tries not to scream as he’s slammed into relentlessly. He brings and hand up to cover his mouth and muffle any encouraging moans. Karkat lets out a high pitched whine as he feels his bulge come out against his will, causing him to thrash more despretly
. I…I w-will..n-NEVER b-be..a-ah FUCK. A-afraid of y-you!
He starts stuttering and panting heavily, and gives up on keeping his mouth covered. Instead, he bites his lower lip, swallowing any sounds that arise and pushes at Dualscar’s chest, in a vain attempt to push him off.
Karkat’s writhing and struggling under his weight do little to deter him, in fact arousing him further. The mutantblooded boy sure is a fighter, and if nothing else Dualscar can at least enjoy this one moment of exerting total control, though he may be made to regret it later on. His hand is desperately flicking and rubbing at the other’s emerging bulge to try and force him into pleasure at his own body’s abuse, for the sheer humiliation.
Dualscar’s breathing is laboured now and waves of pleasure pass through him as he nears the edge, pounding hard into his victim. He bites down into Karkat’s shoulder deep enough to draw blood and tries to keep himself from orgasming too soon, attempting to bring his victim along for the ride.
Unable to continue holding back, he sobs and moans at the mixture of pleasure and horrible pain coursing through his body. Karkat gives up on fighting and lets it happen, too worn out to keep it up. He squeals loudly, and much to his embarressment as Dualscar bites into his shoulder. It’s too much. It’s just too much. He releases a small flood of genetic material, sending his body into random spasms and twitches, and tightening around the seadweller’s bulge.
Dualscar groans as he feels the pressure mount around his bulge and he hits his own climax, thrusting a few final times and filling his unfortunate partner with a torrent of violet fluid. His teeth rip out of Karkat’s shoulder and he sucks the blood from his mouth, breathing hard, then pulls his writhing bulge free. He takes a moment to nip at the exhausted cherryblood’s ear before backing off, sitting on his knees to catch his breath.
Maybe you’re too stubborn to actually learn from this, mutant…but you damn wwell better remember it.
He takes in shaky breaths, completely spent and sore. He winces as his ear is nipped, and angles his head to watch Dualscar sit back. With a small, tired snarl, he flips him off.
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A loud yelp escapes him as blood wells up from the scratches on his belly and sides. Clenching in his teeth in pain, he manages to regain enough focus to spit at the troll on top of himself.
If you think this is going to “teach” me anything, or get you any form of respect, you are dead WRONG
His voice breaks off into an aggonized screech as Dualscar manages to force his way in. Tears spring into his eyes and he swallows down a whine of pain, body shaking violently from the strain.
Dualscar wipes the spit from his eye and slams into his victim’s body with a roar, holding the smaller troll up by the hips to get himself in deeper. The first few thrusts are violent and painful for both of them but it isn’t long before Dualscar’s bulge is slick enough to get a steady rhythm going, his breath puffing in Karkat’s ear with every thrust.
I don’t…wwant…your respect…You owwe me…fear!
He purrs from deep in his chest, almost sounding like a growl, with the cherryblood’s body tight and warm around him. Karkat’s whines and moans of pain only urge him forward, and he lets one hand fumble down around his victim’s own bulge, hoping to coax it out despite the pain.
Tears stream down his face as he tries not to scream as he’s slammed into relentlessly. He brings and hand up to cover his mouth and muffle any encouraging moans. Karkat lets out a high pitched whine as he feels his bulge come out against his will, causing him to thrash more despretly
. I…I w-will..n-NEVER b-be..a-ah FUCK. A-afraid of y-you!
He starts stuttering and panting heavily, and gives up on keeping his mouth covered. Instead, he bites his lower lip, swallowing any sounds that arise and pushes at Dualscar’s chest, in a vain attempt to push him off.
Karkat’s writhing and struggling under his weight do little to deter him, in fact arousing him further. The mutantblooded boy sure is a fighter, and if nothing else Dualscar can at least enjoy this one moment of exerting total control, though he may be made to regret it later on. His hand is desperately flicking and rubbing at the other’s emerging bulge to try and force him into pleasure at his own body’s abuse, for the sheer humiliation.
Dualscar’s breathing is laboured now and waves of pleasure pass through him as he nears the edge, pounding hard into his victim. He bites down into Karkat’s shoulder deep enough to draw blood and tries to keep himself from orgasming too soon, attempting to bring his victim along for the ride.
Unable to continue holding back, he sobs and moans at the mixture of pleasure and horrible pain coursing through his body. Karkat gives up on fighting and lets it happen, too worn out to keep it up. He squeals loudly, and much to his embarressment as Dualscar bites into his shoulder. It’s too much. It’s just too much. He releases a small flood of genetic material, sending his body into random spasms and twitches, and tightening around the seadweller’s bulge.
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he hissed back at him, the grip on his hair was too tight to escape.
That’s a reasonable fear, because that’s just what i was planning on doing if you put that anywhere near my mouth.Karkat let his teeth show, to back up his threat. He glared at the bulge in front of him, watching it harden in disgust. Quickly he brought up his hands to claw at the ones in his hair
Let me go!Dualscar growls as his hand is clawed, splattering violet blood in Karkat’s hair, and he does let go, though not without pulling out a bit of hair along the way. He takes a dive as Karkat tries to skitter backwards, pinning the other to the ground under his heavier weight.
You’re not leavving until I’m done wwith you!
He frantically claws at Karkat’s pants, letting his anger get the best of him.
He tried to retreat backwards as soon as the grip in his hair vanished, only to have the breath knocked out of him by the larger troll pinning him harshly to ground. Karkat kicked and thrashed as his pants came off in tatters, causing him to reflectivly squeeze his legs tightly together; growling loudly at Dualscar.
He fights with Karkat’s legs, but they’re clamped together quite tightly and Dualscar is having a hard time keeping them apart long enough to get anywhere. He delivers a few good claw wounds to his victim’s belly and sides, which ooze with strange red blood, and leave the smaller troll stunned long enough to pry his legs apart and keep them apart a final time. His violet bulge nudges at Karkat’s entrance, trying hard to work its way in. His voice is practically a growl.
Got any wwords to help you noww…?
A loud yelp escapes him as blood wells up from the scratches on his belly and sides. Clenching in his teeth in pain, he manages to regain enough focus to spit at the troll on top of himself.
If you think this is going to “teach” me anything, or get you any form of respect, you are dead WRONG
His voice breaks off into an aggonized screech as Dualscar manages to force his way in. Tears spring into his eyes and he swallows down a whine of pain, body shaking violently from the strain.
Dualscar wipes the spit from his eye and slams into his victim’s body with a roar, holding the smaller troll up by the hips to get himself in deeper. The first few thrusts are violent and painful for both of them but it isn’t long before Dualscar’s bulge is slick enough to get a steady rhythm going, his breath puffing in Karkat’s ear with every thrust.
I don’t…wwant…your respect…You owwe me…fear!
He purrs from deep in his chest, almost sounding like a growl, with the cherryblood’s body tight and warm around him. Karkat’s whines and moans of pain only urge him forward, and he lets one hand fumble down around his victim’s own bulge, hoping to coax it out despite the pain.
Tears stream down his face as he tries not to scream as he’s slammed into relentlessly. He brings and hand up to cover his mouth and muffle any encouraging moans. Karkat lets out a high pitched whine as he feels his bulge come out against his will, causing him to thrash more despretly
. I…I w-will..n-NEVER b-be..a-ah FUCK. A-afraid of y-you!
He starts stuttering and panting heavily, and gives up on keeping his mouth covered. Instead, he bites his lower lip, swallowing any sounds that arise and pushes at Dualscar’s chest, in a vain attempt to push him off.
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