WARNINGS: Uh, a lot of them? Seriously be aware that this covers a lot of nonconsensual material and very, very questionable... well, everything. Plus sexual themes and just generally not good stuff. I didn't revise any of it, so this is literally first-run brain-fic without any refining or adjusting.
If you accept that this could potentially be a very "D: what the fuck" nsfw fic, then read on.
"Mm, I suppose that is a bit more complicated than your earlier lessons... Here, allow me to demonstrate..."
Some time had passed, and since the first of the demonstrations there had been many more that followed. No other soul heard a word or learned of what they had been up to, as per Perrix's orders, and no one had any reason to suspect that the so-called "Dungeon Dives" involved going deep into a different kind of "dungeon" in search of treasure.
At first, Perrix had been utterly certain that he'd have his fun once and be done with it. A little, well, stress relief to take his mind off of things. There was no reason not to, after all, and it wasn't like he didn't enjoy himself doing so either. With a simple command under the guise of 'teaching', she'd done anything he asked of her. She was quick to learn, too, from anything he said. He'd made up several lies, of course, to help her differentiate between their activites and 'what matesprits did'. She was full of questions, and that was precisely what led to his mistake. He'd told her "Next time, Kusbir."
But it wasn't a mistake. Not after he'd given it some thought. He had a troll who he could do, quite literally, anything he wanted to. Though there were occasional uncertainties that arose, he had a golden opportunity that he realized he'd be a fool to pass on. He had two greenbloods, now; one wrapped around his finger and another one as the source of his black feelings. With a few moments of preparation, he had everything he would need to carry out his devious plan. No matter what, he'd end up on top; literally.
As she sat at her husktop, Avispa idly toyed with a puzzle. With everything she'd been learning away from her hive, it was nice to get back to puzzles and distract herself again. It was relatively easy to separate things in her mind, after all it was like having a pile of a million jigsaw puzzles and simply categorizing the pieces into their own little piles. If the piece didn't belong in the puzzle, it wasn't worth considering! Until a sudden pester appeared on her husktop, she hadn't even been considering what had gone on between Perrix and herself. But the moment she read the message, she couldn't think about anything else. She'd learned that hands-on experience was how she learned best and, well, what she enjoyed most. If anyone had said she'd be learning this, pailing, like she was? She would've been confused beyond words and, probably, scared. But it was reality, and she was quickly preparing for a trip through the gates.
The message had demanded her presence on Perrix's world for a new lesson, a unique lesson. This time, he'd said she didn't need anything in addition. No notes, no husktop, no puzzles, no skulls. He'd provide so long as she followed the rules; and she would learn. It took her no time at all to arrive, she'd travelled the gates multiple times before after all, but her arrival was more unusual than normal. As she landed, preparing to call out for Perrix, there was a sudden pinprick and her world went black.
"Sorry, Kusbir. Nothing personal... yet."
Perrix's preparations had been anything but good-natured. He'd gathered several different 'tools' that could have their uses in what he had in store, as well as various restraint implements, and most importantly he'd gathered two unconscious greenbloods. The first he'd simply blindfolded and dropped on the floor in the center of the room. He'd only need to give a simple command once she woke and there wouldn't be any resistance. The second, though, he'd been sure to dig his claws into before he'd restrained her. With ropes binding her tightly, even going so far as to wrap around and hold her head in place by her horns, he'd positioned his kismesis perfectly... to watch.
Of course, he didn't want his willing participant to realize she was being watched, so he'd silenced his kismesis with a device of his own creation. Far better than a gag, she wouldn't be able to make a sound... but she'd see every little thing. He'd show her exactly what he could do, and he wouldn't do it to her. She'd watch, and he wouldn't allow her any satisfaction. He'd deny her everything and savor the hate welling up in her eyes. Just imagining it was enough to stir up a fire within him. To his great pleasure, she was the first to wake.
Pherae's eyes snapped open, glancing from Perrix to the blindfolded, naked greenblood on the floor, and then back to him. Though she couldn't look down to see, she knew that she, too, had been robbed of her clothes. It didn't take long for her to realize exactly what was going on, and the smug grin plastered across Perrix's face made everything that much worse. That bastard. He'd succeeded, alright, and there wasn't a thing she could do to stop the pure hatred that welled up inside of her. If the ropes didn't hold, she'd tear him limb from limb... and make sure to show him exactly who called the shots, exactly where his place was.
But, upon the floor, Avispa was stirring back into consciousness. She'd tried to reach for the blindfold, first, but at Perrix's command she hesitated and, after a moment, lowered her hand away without touching it. "Is this the lesson?" she asked, slowly sitting up while instinctively covering herself. It wasn't easy to miss that she'd lost her clothes at some point or another, but what was confusing her most was trying to predict what the 'lesson' would be.
"Show me, Kusbir." Perrix spoke to Avispa, though he kept his eyes locked on Pherae. "Prove you've learned what I taught you in the last lesson. Show just how big you are."
Without taking his eyes off of Pherae, and an unmistakably triumphant grin over his features, Perrix took great pleasure in the greenblood following his exact orders. That, paired with the utter contempt he could see burning in Pherae's eyes, set about a stirring between his own legs. He'd be sure to paint the girl blue in plain view, showing off precisely how big and virile he was and exactly why anyone else was simply missing out.
That afternoon, Perrix carried out exactly what he'd planned to. Without question, Avispa followed every order she'd been given. By the time Perrix was finished with her, there was more blue on her body than there was the gray of her skin. Pherae, though, remained untouched; though that wasn't to say that she hadn't made a mess of her own. Perrix's plan had had its intended effect, and there was a considerably slick, green mess coating Pherae's thighs and below where she'd been bound. With a swift jab, he made good use of the equalist once more. He wasn't offering even the slightest satisfaction to her, and he'd be able to dangle over her the need he had made boil inside of her. She'd come for a fight, sure, but that wouldn't be the only way she'd take him.
Avispa was of no concern, though. He'd used her to the point that she'd passed out. Likely for quite some time, too. Perrix had no worry at all when he'd grabbed hold of Pherae's body and set off to deposit her back on her world. He did, however, have worry when he returned to a surprising lack of a blue-stained greenblood upon his floor.
His only clue that his plan had overlooked one major point, one dangerous player, one extreme risk, only struck him after the yellowblood's gauntlet did. His plan, though terrible, had left everyone involved alive. Her plan differed entirely.
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"Mm, I suppose that is a bit more complicated than your earlier lessons... Here, allow me to demonstrate..."
Some time had passed, and since the first of the demonstrations there had been many more that followed. No other soul heard a word or learned of what they had been up to, as per Perrix's orders, and no one had any reason to suspect that the so-called "Dungeon Dives" involved going deep into a different kind of "dungeon" in search of treasure.
At first, Perrix had been utterly certain that he'd have his fun once and be done with it. A little, well, stress relief to take his mind off of things. There was no reason not to, after all, and it wasn't like he didn't enjoy himself doing so either. With a simple command under the guise of 'teaching', she'd done anything he asked of her. She was quick to learn, too, from anything he said. He'd made up several lies, of course, to help her differentiate between their activites and 'what matesprits did'. She was full of questions, and that was precisely what led to his mistake. He'd told her "Next time, Kusbir."
But it wasn't a mistake. Not after he'd given it some thought. He had a troll who he could do, quite literally, anything he wanted to. Though there were occasional uncertainties that arose, he had a golden opportunity that he realized he'd be a fool to pass on. He had two greenbloods, now; one wrapped around his finger and another one as the source of his black feelings. With a few moments of preparation, he had everything he would need to carry out his devious plan. No matter what, he'd end up on top; literally.
As she sat at her husktop, Avispa idly toyed with a puzzle. With everything she'd been learning away from her hive, it was nice to get back to puzzles and distract herself again. It was relatively easy to separate things in her mind, after all it was like having a pile of a million jigsaw puzzles and simply categorizing the pieces into their own little piles. If the piece didn't belong in the puzzle, it wasn't worth considering! Until a sudden pester appeared on her husktop, she hadn't even been considering what had gone on between Perrix and herself. But the moment she read the message, she couldn't think about anything else. She'd learned that hands-on experience was how she learned best and, well, what she enjoyed most. If anyone had said she'd be learning this, pailing, like she was? She would've been confused beyond words and, probably, scared. But it was reality, and she was quickly preparing for a trip through the gates.
The message had demanded her presence on Perrix's world for a new lesson, a unique lesson. This time, he'd said she didn't need anything in addition. No notes, no husktop, no puzzles, no skulls. He'd provide so long as she followed the rules; and she would learn. It took her no time at all to arrive, she'd travelled the gates multiple times before after all, but her arrival was more unusual than normal. As she landed, preparing to call out for Perrix, there was a sudden pinprick and her world went black.
"Sorry, Kusbir. Nothing personal... yet."
Perrix's preparations had been anything but good-natured. He'd gathered several different 'tools' that could have their uses in what he had in store, as well as various restraint implements, and most importantly he'd gathered two unconscious greenbloods. The first he'd simply blindfolded and dropped on the floor in the center of the room. He'd only need to give a simple command once she woke and there wouldn't be any resistance. The second, though, he'd been sure to dig his claws into before he'd restrained her. With ropes binding her tightly, even going so far as to wrap around and hold her head in place by her horns, he'd positioned his kismesis perfectly... to watch.
Of course, he didn't want his willing participant to realize she was being watched, so he'd silenced his kismesis with a device of his own creation. Far better than a gag, she wouldn't be able to make a sound... but she'd see every little thing. He'd show her exactly what he could do, and he wouldn't do it to her. She'd watch, and he wouldn't allow her any satisfaction. He'd deny her everything and savor the hate welling up in her eyes. Just imagining it was enough to stir up a fire within him. To his great pleasure, she was the first to wake.
Pherae's eyes snapped open, glancing from Perrix to the blindfolded, naked greenblood on the floor, and then back to him. Though she couldn't look down to see, she knew that she, too, had been robbed of her clothes. It didn't take long for her to realize exactly what was going on, and the smug grin plastered across Perrix's face made everything that much worse. That bastard. He'd succeeded, alright, and there wasn't a thing she could do to stop the pure hatred that welled up inside of her. If the ropes didn't hold, she'd tear him limb from limb... and make sure to show him exactly who called the shots, exactly where his place was.
But, upon the floor, Avispa was stirring back into consciousness. She'd tried to reach for the blindfold, first, but at Perrix's command she hesitated and, after a moment, lowered her hand away without touching it. "Is this the lesson?" she asked, slowly sitting up while instinctively covering herself. It wasn't easy to miss that she'd lost her clothes at some point or another, but what was confusing her most was trying to predict what the 'lesson' would be.
"Show me, Kusbir." Perrix spoke to Avispa, though he kept his eyes locked on Pherae. "Prove you've learned what I taught you in the last lesson. Show just how big you are."
Without taking his eyes off of Pherae, and an unmistakably triumphant grin over his features, Perrix took great pleasure in the greenblood following his exact orders. That, paired with the utter contempt he could see burning in Pherae's eyes, set about a stirring between his own legs. He'd be sure to paint the girl blue in plain view, showing off precisely how big and virile he was and exactly why anyone else was simply missing out.
That afternoon, Perrix carried out exactly what he'd planned to. Without question, Avispa followed every order she'd been given. By the time Perrix was finished with her, there was more blue on her body than there was the gray of her skin. Pherae, though, remained untouched; though that wasn't to say that she hadn't made a mess of her own. Perrix's plan had had its intended effect, and there was a considerably slick, green mess coating Pherae's thighs and below where she'd been bound. With a swift jab, he made good use of the equalist once more. He wasn't offering even the slightest satisfaction to her, and he'd be able to dangle over her the need he had made boil inside of her. She'd come for a fight, sure, but that wouldn't be the only way she'd take him.
Avispa was of no concern, though. He'd used her to the point that she'd passed out. Likely for quite some time, too. Perrix had no worry at all when he'd grabbed hold of Pherae's body and set off to deposit her back on her world. He did, however, have worry when he returned to a surprising lack of a blue-stained greenblood upon his floor.
His only clue that his plan had overlooked one major point, one dangerous player, one extreme risk, only struck him after the yellowblood's gauntlet did. His plan, though terrible, had left everyone involved alive. Her plan differed entirely.
"Surprise, motherfucker."