C:~ Β«...The feeling of his warm breath against my gills was enough to drive me crazy. Lovelace murmured something in my ear, but I couldn't make out anything as my mind was occupied with the feeling of his hips grinding against mine. I tilted my head back, letting him go down to my collarbone. He immediately understood; he knew me too well and I couldn't help but wonder if that was the outcome of our past moiraillegience. Every kiss, touch and thrust was a meticulously calculated step to make me dissolve into pleasure. Nothing else mattered to me anymore β not the demise of our universe, nor my defeat, nor the enemies with whom I was forced to share my last refuge. My world now consisted only of me and him. I digged my nails in his soft and silky chitin shell. The passion became impossible to withstand the moment Lovelace gently parted my legs, he-Β» [The rest of the page is smudged with ink, forming characters of unrecognizable language. It looks like someone was taking notes.] - Volume 4, page 56 of Β«Autobiography of Tsarevna: Zalgoid's only guide to troll history and cultureΒ». #nsfw<