ANTLERS
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Category:
Zelda › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,899
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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ANTLERS
ANTLERS: Linebeck/Jolene (no spoilers)
Drunk fic :D
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His hands are upon her lower back (cupping, gripping, gently perhaps), fanning out, and her ass (a neighbor of neiiiigh?) smiles at him gently with his hand-antlers jutting out nicely.
And it's like oral sex, kinda, isn't it? Just push that strange jutting-of-a-physical-tissue and it's a penis in the mouth of a smiling ass (with antlers, mind you). But it doesn't go in there (she'll have his head if he does). It goes in the other entrance (not an exit).
So he pushes in, and he's in, and it's all okay he's in; so he's in! And IN means nothing, really, nothing happens - nothing is lost or gained. And it's nothing, nothing, no-thing, naught, naughtEE, really. But natural all the same. But it's shit unless there's motion.
Motion, motion, similar to the natural frequencies of the ocean (which rumble back and forth their vessel made of flesh): it starts! It starts, it starts, and Jolene (that is her name, isn't it?) sighs in deep appreciation.
Like a complimentary card from that Beedle dude, you know the one you wanted to sucker punch last Tuesday? It's a card from him. And do you know what it says ("I appreciate you, right" no, no, you've got it all wrong)?
"COME-HERE-AND-YOU-DIE! :)"
And so minutes upon minutes later (because that's all there is in it), he pulls out and spurts a glorious (only to him) sperm tattoo on her lower back which would traditionally be called a tramp stamp, but Jolene would kill him if he ever said that.
"Lay on your back," she orders as she turns around, and somewhere off the vicinity of not-his-vision all those potential babies drip from her back like its acid.
And he's not ready; his confused eyes try their luck at persuading her otherwise (but she won't listen to his screaming images).
"Bitch," she adds, and Linebeck complies.
Drunk fic :D
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His hands are upon her lower back (cupping, gripping, gently perhaps), fanning out, and her ass (a neighbor of neiiiigh?) smiles at him gently with his hand-antlers jutting out nicely.
And it's like oral sex, kinda, isn't it? Just push that strange jutting-of-a-physical-tissue and it's a penis in the mouth of a smiling ass (with antlers, mind you). But it doesn't go in there (she'll have his head if he does). It goes in the other entrance (not an exit).
So he pushes in, and he's in, and it's all okay he's in; so he's in! And IN means nothing, really, nothing happens - nothing is lost or gained. And it's nothing, nothing, no-thing, naught, naughtEE, really. But natural all the same. But it's shit unless there's motion.
Motion, motion, similar to the natural frequencies of the ocean (which rumble back and forth their vessel made of flesh): it starts! It starts, it starts, and Jolene (that is her name, isn't it?) sighs in deep appreciation.
Like a complimentary card from that Beedle dude, you know the one you wanted to sucker punch last Tuesday? It's a card from him. And do you know what it says ("I appreciate you, right" no, no, you've got it all wrong)?
"COME-HERE-AND-YOU-DIE! :)"
And so minutes upon minutes later (because that's all there is in it), he pulls out and spurts a glorious (only to him) sperm tattoo on her lower back which would traditionally be called a tramp stamp, but Jolene would kill him if he ever said that.
"Lay on your back," she orders as she turns around, and somewhere off the vicinity of not-his-vision all those potential babies drip from her back like its acid.
And he's not ready; his confused eyes try their luck at persuading her otherwise (but she won't listen to his screaming images).
"Bitch," she adds, and Linebeck complies.