YOU'RE REALLY ONLY GETTING THIS BECAUSE I REALIZED THE REST WAS ACTUALLY PROBABLY WRITTEN DRUNKENLY BY YOURS TRULY AND THEREFORE NOT EVEN A WELL WRITTEN SEX SCENE AND TALKING ABOUT AN EARLIER POST I MADE SO YEAH (#SUBSTANCE #NSFW #NSFWE #POWERDYNAMIC #SUBSTANCEABUSE #INTOXPLAY #SOMEWHATTOXICDYNAMIC #NONVERBAL #DUBCON) YOU'VE COME TO LEARN—NONVERBAL EPISODES SUCK! NOT EVEN TO MENTION THE DRUNK ONES. NOW, WHILE YOU'D USUALLY STICK TO PESTERING- ER- CHATTING WITH YOUR FRIENDS,YOUR LACK OF A PALMHUSK AND FRIENDS REMOVED THIS POSSIBILITY ENTIRELY. RATHER, YOU FIND YOURSELF ON YOUR BACK, SQUEAKING AND SQUEALING, AS THE OLDER TROLL LOOMED ABOVE YOU. HIS EYES ROAMING OVER YOUR FLUSHED FIGURE, "LOOK AT YA," HE LET OUT A CHUCKLE. "WAS THAT TOO MUCH FOR YOU TO DRINK?" HE GAVE YOU A SHARP GRIN BEFORE LEANING DOWN TO REST A HEAVY HAND ON YOUR CHEST. YOU WOULD ONLY LET OUT A WHINE OF PARTIAL FRUSTRATION AND ANNOYANCE COMING FROM THE BACK OF YOUR THROAT. "D'AWW, AFRAID THAT ISN'T AN ANSWER." HE REACHED BEHIND THE COUCH'S CONSOLE TABLE AND GRABBED YOUR DRINK. YOU EYED HIS HAND CAUTIOUSLY; YOU'VE GROWN WARY OF HIS INTENTIONS. HE'S VERY MUCH LIKE YOUR FRIEND—SIMPLY HARSHER AND BIGGER; YOU NEVER KNEW TROLLS COULD GROW TO THIS SIZE. HE PRESSED THE CUP TO HIS LIPS BEFORE GREEDILY FILLING HIS MOUTH WITH AS MUCH AS HE COULD. 'GOODNESS, HE MIGHT DIE BEFORE I DO—' JUST AS YOU FINISHED YOUR THOUGHT, HIS CALLOUS FINGERS WRAPPED AROUND YOUR THROAT, FORCING YOUR GAZE UP AS HE PRESSED A KISS TO YOUR LIPS—BITTER WITH ALCOHOL.
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