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"Luke, I would like to see you in the East Wing's sample processing laboratory immediately."
Luke stared with mild annoyance at the blinking words from his kismesis on the screen, already exhausted from the previous morning of sample collections in the middle of a swamp. Picking himself up from his cluttered desk, he took a moment to stretch before ultimately heading to the elevator to the laboratory floors below. The elevator doors had a loud, whirring, and crackling noise as he entered, causing his mind to fill with images of the many hours that he had spent waiting for someone to make his day easier on him.
His hands were already numb from sorting samples through gloved hands across a wet bog, and it only made the throbbing of his temples worse as the elevator slowly began to descend. As he passed the main laboratory floor, he took pause to take in the inspiring sights and sounds of the space through the glass walls- the vast, open room in front of him filled with rows of glass cabinets and sterile metal tables highlighted with their many colors and designations. As he looked at each cabinet, his mind wandered over their many possible purposes – perhaps, like the one he was just using this morning, they each housed their own variety of specimens of alien flora and fauna. The sheer size of the facility made the thought staggering to imagine; an seemingly endless and cascading collection of preserved data merely a few glass cupboards away. Or perhaps, they were just there as needed and largely for show. He did not have the opportunity to wonder for much longer, as the lab quickly fell out of his sight as the elevator descended.
The doors opened and shut, allowing him to depart onto the tiled floor before it began to ascend again, the metallic whirr of the elevator generating a cold breeze as it grew fainter. Luke progressed further down the hall, the rubber soles of his shoes gently thudding against the spotless grey tiling. The lab that Franke was working in would be just around the right corner of a three-way fork in the hallway as he recalled. It was a difficult floor to memorize, with varying labs of varying purposes separated by unintuitive steel corridors that snaked in between them. Surely enough, after what felt solidly like 5-minutes of walking and a number of vaguely labeled doors, he came across one such unassuming entryway with a label marked "EW - PROCESSING" in the same, sharp Imperial Red. The joke of every door being prefixed by the two letters had gotten a lot of mileage, but it wasn't really all that funny anymore- and especially not in the mood that he was in.
Luke extended a card from a retractable badge-holder affixed to the belt loop of his black trousers, holding its face to the scanner before finally being allowed entry into the lab. The immediate smell of detergent fills Luke's nostrils as he steps inside, greeted quickly by the sight of his beloved kismesis, Franke Kimiya, who stood rigidly by the sink cleaning a petri dish.
Franke's eyes flickered over to look him up and down at the sight of his entrance, her posture unchanging as her latex glove-covered arms continued to sterilize the dish. "I am surprised," she opened with, her mood yet indecipherable.
"Surprised? That I'm such a professional, yes?" Luke chirped, approaching her with his hands casually in his pockets.
"I had suspected that you might be asleep at your desk, given your history of doing so after an assignment. Are you beginning to take your work seriously, or are you just so eager to please?" Franke fired back without a moment's hesitation, her gaze moving back away from him as she bent to set the now-dry dish carefully aside into an adjacent cabinet.
"Oh," Luke frowned, eyes betraying a look of mild surprise. "So, you're like that right now, then." She huffed in response, finally turning around to face the human properly that her other work had been sorted.
"Do you know why I called you here, Luke?" She asked matter-of-factly as if she was his actual supervisor and not merely a coworker.
"No. I assumed my assistance was urgently required, so I came quickly."
Franke's eyes looked Luke over again, her brows twitching ever so slightly before she withdrew a pen from her pocket to roll in her hands. "I have some concerns about how you have been conducting yourself at the office. If you don't work at your desk to a full standard, you will have to be replaced, Luke." She continued, her voice speaking with such certainty as if this was something Luke should be well aware of. "I'm sure this was not intentional, but I feel that I am forced to make this adjustment for you as you are my own research project, and I know you would prefer to do as I asked to keep the position you have here within the Empire rather than jeopardize it."
As Franke so confidently and casually spoke, twirling the pen in her hand like a miniature baton, Luke's expression only became more and more incredulous. This? She'd called him down here for this? "I must say, I'm speechless. I'm impressed, Franke," Luke chuckled out sarcastically, shrugging his arms. "I'm stunned that you honestly think you not only have the authority-*"
"Really, Luke? Are you? Because the last I heard, your version of working is going out on an all-night bender to go clubbing with a drugged-up seadweller."
"After which, I got you a sample for your own tests, which, as you might have noticed, I am quite adept at." Luke defended, crossing his arms and shifting his weight to his hips.
Franke saw Luke's posture and escalated her stance, stepping closer to him and ceasing her pen tricks. "My dear," she said emotionlessly, "Of course, there is… potential, in your work. I do understand that you don't take criticism well, but the fact of the matter is that your efficiency could be improved. I believe that the entire office would benefit from this."
"'My efficiency'," Luke groaned.
"Yes," she insisted. "As well as your attitude. That is why I've elected to call you down here." She said sternly, her volume suddenly dropping. "Because, Luke, I think you have been acting in a way which, if not addressed, could result in a serious conflict with the division."
"Hah," Luke chuckled, matching her body language and stepping even closer. "This is about what happened in the group chat, then. You're intending to blame me for something that you yourself said?"
Franke's brows furrowed quickly as she decisively refuted Luke's implication by jabbing the pen in her hand against his chest, her posture rising to be just ever so slightly taller than his own. She raised her head so that she could look down at him. "Hm. Your conduct in the group chat could benefit from this as well, yes. However, I will concede that it cannot be done alone. So, Wilson, I will ask you to accept my recommendation."
Luke looked at her with mild disdain, wincing as he felt the empty pen nib jabbing against his white shirt- the gap between them significantly reduced. She had the nib withdrawn... for now. "Hm. I thought you were supposed to be a bit more subtle."
"I am not," Franke insisted, her voice lowering even further as she gently leaned in against him, whispering into his ear. "I'm simply stating the facts as I see them”.
Luke was incorrect; this wasn't only about the group chat. He recognized her stiff behavior and new what she was doing, but he couldn't think of what else she was trying to gain by forcing him into this position. Franke's usual definition of 'playful hijinks' was often accompanied by an unsavory caveat like a surprise blood sampling or the installation of a new tracking chip under his skin. Then again, there was also the possibility that she may not have wanted anything but him. Luke took a moment to think, then replied in a voice considerably softer than before. "What was it that you had in mind, then?"
Luke could feel Franke's expression shift as her skin grazed his cheek, her smile growing into something a bit closer to a smirk. "I think you'll find yourself very receptive, dear. After all, it's for the best," Franke said with a light chuckle as she leaned forward and reached up with her free hand to cup his cheek. "But first, I would like to make one final request of you…" Her grip tightened on Luke's cheek, the sterilized, latexed hand wrapping around to press at the side of his throat and jaw as Luke could feel her breath on his skin. The human gasped suddenly, his face and ears flushing a mild red as Luke felt her tongue move gently to taste his skin and mark it with the cold sensation of wet saliva.
"And what's that, then?" Luke whispered, frozen in place as the troll held him at pen-point and playfully threatening that she could choke him at any moment.
"If you are serious about improving," Franke replied, withdrawing her head so that she could look him sharply in the eyes while her thumb circled the underside of his jaw. "If you are serious about rectifying your conduct, then you must do everything I tell you, Wilson. Of course, I'm sure you will have no difficulties following orders. Your research may well depend on it."
Luke bit his lip, still wincing from the pressure she was applying on his chest and neck and suddenly having a difficult time thinking clearly. Whether he took too long to respond, or whether for her own amusement, Franke's thumb pressed sturdily against his windpipe and temporarily deprived him of any excess oxygen. "I... yeah," Luke barely whispered, his hand reaching up to gently grasp the arm that was choking him.
"'Yeah'? Take some pride and be professional, Wilson." Franke, commanded, her thumb not letting up on her partner's neck. Luke's face flushed a deeper red, his body holding its own in theory but his legs beginning to shake from the unnatural angle of Franke's advances.
"Yes-."
"Address me properly."
"Franke," Luke chuckled in temporary defiance, though beginning to grow quite uncomfortable at how limited his breathing was. A defiance which would not last for much longer, as with a swift click the sharp, inky nib of Franke's pen now grated painfully against Luke's skin- further motivating him to try and gasp for air that he could barely gather with a yelp.
"Behave, Wilson." Franke directed, her analytical eyes piercing into his own to watch him struggle. She must have been having a great time, but there was currently no reflection of this on her face- no feeling of temporary mercy for him to hold onto.
"Yes, Miss Kimiya." He finally buckled; his eyes partially twitching to prevent any welling tears from the rough handling.
“Good answer, Wilson,” the troll agreed as she cocked her head, slowly easing her grip on the human’s throat. Franke withdrew her hand and allowed him the luxury of breathing properly, an opportunity which Luke quickly took, but she hadn’t sheathed the sharp pen in her hand just yet. There was still more ground to cover.
"You know, Wilson, I was rather wondering. It is a little odd, is it not? I am sure you know by now how proud I am of the work that I have done on you." Franke's voice was quiet but firm in her musing as she stared down at the human. "Your cooperation, intentional or not, has contributed to…” Franke paused, considering her next words carefully. “Significant enough advancements in my own data." Saying this out loud, Franke’s expression softened, as did her grip on the pen that was mere fractions away from drawing blood from the human. “However, you must understand that, as your kismesis, it is frustrating for me to observe you. I do not care for the reckless methods that you conduct yourself and your research with. Were it up to me, I would rather have you on a tighter leash.” She ‘joked’ in her usual manner, which was to say, she was hardly joking at all but rather more entertained by the idea itself. Luke maintained his stance, face still flushed, and yet unsure as to where exactly she was going with this.
"Unfortunately, I think that would just make me pity you even more." Franke continued, "Which is difficult, as I am sure you understand, as it is healthier for us both as kismeses to avoid such vacillations.”
“I don’t think it’s that unhealthy, Franke-“ Luke interjected before a finger was quickly pushed against his lips to silence him.
“I am speaking, Wilson,” she reminded, raising her eyebrows before continuing on what was a rare baring of emotions for her. “But that is exactly the problem. You are not abiding to what is recommended by the definitions of our relationship.” The troll paused, partially biting her own lip in thought. “Because of these circumstances, you are making it unnecessarily frustrating for me to perform my duties effectively.”
Franke felt herself growing more irritated as she spoke, her eyes coldly, angrily taking in the sight of the flushed man she had pinned before her. She watched his chest rise and fall and could feel his warm, unnatural body heat from here- her own heart beating in fascination. Fascination at the prospect that one little push of her pen would summon that most peculiar blood color out from under his skin. His anatomy was sickeningly fragile, yet despite his erratic, near-suicidal behavior, here he was- all hers- and still daring to imply that he felt pity for her, and that he didn’t think it was a big deal. Despite her efforts to the contrary, his audacity to continue to distract her with these turbulent flares of flushed thoughts had occupied her mind all night- all week- all perigee. No, that he felt he could distract her with these emotions would not stand.
“What are you saying?” Luke finally asked, breaking the temporary silence. Franke grit her teeth. Had he not been listening?
“I do not appreciate your romantic deviations, Wilson. I do not care for the fact that you are making me…” she clenched her jaw, breath hanging in her chest and unable to finish her sentence in the unscientific and irrational manner that she wanted. “You are inciting red emotions from me, so I am going to correct you.” She finally managed to say dryly, her demeanor entirely flat and formal aside from an undeniable streak of teal blush that had emerged across her round, unamused face. “So now, Wilson,” Franke whispered, leaning back in to speak into Luke’s ear. “I am only going to tell you this once, as your kismesis: Get on your knees.”
At this command, Franke harshly jabbed her pen against Luke, forcing her weight on top of him before withdrawing quickly, clicking the top to sheath the now-reddened nib and relinquishing her grip on his body. Luke gasped in sudden pain, his legs buckling to send him to the hard floor in front of her. His hand instinctively shot to his chest to inspect the wound, which itself was quite minor outside of the needling pain and the gentle trickle of crimson that would now be sure to stain his shirt. He looked up at Franke, still bemused but taken by her sudden show of force, and quickly found his gaze reciprocated as she stared back at him, watching him with enraptured eyes.
“I love you, too,” Luke managed to taunt with a smile he had trouble hiding- a taunt which hung in the air like lead, causing Franke’s eyes to widen in temporary panic before her visage fell into a glare with renewed, conflicted contempt.
“Clearly, my dear, you need help understanding just what position you are in,” she growled, roughly clutching a handful of Luke’s blonde hair and holding him in place. “But perhaps I am not making it clear enough for you to comprehend. Perhaps you need to be shown directly.” Luke twisted his body to ease the pressure on his scalp, wincing again as Franke turned to walk back towards the laboratory counter- clearly prepared to drag him behind her if she had to.
“Franke-!” Luke yelped, clearly not expecting that she would actually do such a thing and thus ill-prepared to follow her. Franke paid him no mind, merely tugging on his hair again and forcing him to follow her lead on all fours- his shoes scuffing the tile in his frantic attempt to keep the pace.
“You forget yourself, Wilson,” the troll chirped, finally stopping to turn and rest her back against the table. “If you wish to continue acting like a dog, I have no qualms with treating you like one. Or was that your goal?”
“I’m sorry-,” Luke whined, thoroughly annoyed and coming to a position on his knees that allowed him to grasp Franke’s commanding arm in the event that she was going to attempt that again.
“Are you angry?” She asked.
“Yes, I’m fucking angry.” He spat back.
“I see. Would you like to go for another lap?” Franke replied dryly in the same low voice.
“F- No. No, I would not.”
“Properly,” She directed, cocking her head.
“…No, Miss Kimiya.” Luke groaned under his breath, resigning that he was going to have to ride his current position out for as long as it pleased Franke.
The troll simply gave him a confirming smile before looking back to the counter to gently move any loose, fragile lab materials safely out of the way. It was obvious from her expression that she had seen exactly how much that stunt had annoyed him, and that she knew this was going to make him both angrier and more receptive. To Luke, however, the irritating inconsistency of her behavior throughout this whole thing really wasn't making much sense.
“Now, then…” Franke began, gently unbuttoning her lab coat with one hand and brushing it out of the way. “My, dear, I told you that I called you here so that you may be given a chance to adjust your behavior and rectify your actions- to which you have agreed, yes?” she said with a light, knowing smile, now stroking the blonde hair in her hand rather than yanking it.
Luke already knew where this was going, and Franke’s confident posture as she moved aside the opening of her lab coat all but confirmed it. Of course, with how things were going now, she wasn’t going to make it so easy on him- not unless he fully complied with her game. He nodded. “Yes.”
“Then it is time that mouth of yours be put to better use than your cute little jokes, Wilson. I am sure you know what to do by now.”
The human huffed, eyes rolling as the heat began to return once more to his face. There weren’t any cameras here, were there? Surely, Franke would have determined well beforehand if there were. At least, that was what he hoped. He extended his hand gently, sliding his palm slowly up Franke’s thigh before allowing it to gently come to rest on the stiff crotch of her work pants.
“Wilson,” Franke sternly called, her hand suddenly clutching at his hair once more and yanking his head back. “I do not recall hearing you ask first.”
“Are you-“ Luke began, but quickly cut himself off, because he knew exactly how serious she was. He sighed internally in frustration, biting his lip to get control of himself. It was a humiliating experience, and one that Franke had clearly been planning for some time- as she seemed to know every angle. Just as well, she also knew Luke- and just how he would respond to such treatment- and as much as he might have hated the premise, they both knew just how he felt about the situation from the bulge that had been visible in his pants for some time now.
“Can I…” No, that was wrong. “May I?”
“Unbutton me.” Franke commanded in response.
Luke’s moved to do as directed, his hands first working to unbuckle the familiar, generic leather belt before gently unbuttoning the notch of her pants and zipping them down. His eyes widened. Where Luke had felt himself getting aroused, Franke had clearly been hard for quite some time- twitching, even, and two significant wet spots of pre were evident around the taut fabric of her good lingerie. Clean, black lace that accentuated what little curves Franke actually had- her figure finely shaped in an expensive garterbelt that stretched over a silk black pair of panties with navy trim. One such spot around her nook was soaked through, and another surrounding the clearly burgeoning head of her cock. The scent of sex was sudden and immediate, and made Luke’s own length strain in his pants by instinct.
“I have had the good graces to prepare for you, Wilson.” Franke commented after noticing her partner’s response to her undergarments. Directing him by hand, and without asking, Franke guided Luke’s face to collide with her crotch, the human’s stark warmth immediately drawing a contented sigh from the troll as his face connected with her nook through the lingerie. “I expect your best effort. Do not disappoint me.”
Luke breathed in her scent, extending a warm, wet tongue to roughly go over the soaked fabric along the outline of her entrance to the underside of her balls and shaft. “I see you were expecting me to indulge you.” He breathed against her cool skin, lips gently nipping at the fabric where her head twitched in excitement.
“I knew you would. I know you,” She replied as if the idea was more of a joke. “We both know how much you enjoy being used.”
“I don’t know anything,” Luke defended, still adamant in the idea that he hadn’t completely surrendered himself to her.
“Well, that much was clear from your reports.” Franke chirped, her thighs temporarily tightening around Luke’s head to force his face to grate against her nook. “But I am still not impressed. I am not convinced that you are truly grateful for this opportunity.”
Luke abided, grinding his tongue once more against the folds of her nook and the skin around it, soliciting a mild, but almost apathetic response from her. “Why don’t you instruct me, then?” He asked, flashing his eyes up at hers.
“Yes, I think that would suit you best. You may free yourself.” She suggested, curious to see just how excited Luke was in a manner that he wouldn’t be able to hide from her. Luke didn’t need to be told twice, and quickly fumbled open his belt buckle and button-down pants to allow his own length to emerge. Clearly, Franke’s suspicions were validated, as she was not the only one who had been excited. “Better?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Now, Wilson, I could keep telling you what to do, but I do not think that would be very productive. You are here to learn, after all.” Her eyes flickered over him, deciding that she was ready to really start having fun. “What do you think you should do?”
Luke considered the question for a moment, determining that this wasn’t some elaborate trick before answering. “Why don’t I serve you properly?”
Franke’s legs tightened in response, allowing Luke to finally hook his fingers into her underwear and pull them down properly to expose her length in its entirety. The troll shuddered, feeling her unattended sex so close to the warmth of her partner that she was tempted to take him right then and there. Of course, that would ruin her lesson plan. Franke reached down to take her own cock in her hand, finally having the chance to touch herself after some few nights of picturing this exact scenario. She wanted it to be special. It was.
Luke continued to kneel submissively under her, patiently waiting for any further instruction before making any movements- lest his hair be on the receiving end of another unfortunate tug.
“Wilson,” she called flatly to him, black glove stroking her thick, growing cock in front of his face. “Do you want to please me?”
“I do,” Luke replied.
“Then beg,” She growled.
It was excruciating, the things that Franke was having him do as she calculatingly stroked her length only centimeters from his blushing face. Yet, here he was, on his knees and eager for her- eager to be so roundly taken for her pleasure. Ready to beg for it as his chest bled from a wound of her own creation.
“I…” he trailed, eyes shutting in frustration and disbelief. “Beg?”
“Do not waste my time.”
Luke nodded, his hands slowly raising to rest on her thighs as her cock twitched before him- his own dick flexing below, unattended and in need. “I’m sorry for the frustration I’ve caused you,” he breathed, his hot breath colliding against her skin and eyes glazing up to meet her own. “I can make up for it, if you’ll allow me to, Miss Kimiya.”
“Do you want to, though, Wilson? What am I to you?”
“I want to. It’s all I want.”
“Oh?”
“I want to serve you. I want to be under you.”
“But you already are under me, are you not? It is important that you understand this.”
“I do. I know.”
“You are mine, Wilson.”
“Yes.”
“Completely.”
“I’m all yours, darling.”
“That is much better, my dear.” The sultry scientist taunted Luke, her gloves smelling of chemicals and disinfectant as her fingers pried between his lips to forcefully hold his mouth open. “My own little whore, you look so perfect where you are.” Franke sighed contentedly as she toyed with the human, finally tracing the top of her slick, salty cockhead along the warmth of his lips. In the moment, Luke could do little bit glare up at her with squinting, submissive blue eyes- her actions so uncharacteristically confident and rehearsed that she must have been planning this whole thing since god knows when. As if on cue, Franke looked down to meet the human's gaze with an expression that gave little doubt as to how much she was enjoying his obedience, and with a very unsterile and surprising gesture, spat squarely down onto his cheek to mark him even further.
Luke and Franke had been quite engaged with each other physically in the past, but Franke had never done that- and in the moment of shock when Luke was unsure of how to process what had just happened, Franke took the opportunity to welcome herself freely into Luke's mouth. "Perfect," the troll flatly exhaled as the ridge of her head slipped past his warm pre-coated lips. "I understand that you may find this treatment unbecoming, Wilson, but I trust that you likely enjoy it anyway. Am I right?" Franke further taunted her partner as she forced him to take more of her, her fingers leaving his mouth to pat his cheek where she had previously spat. "But be that as it may, dear, I would like you to consider this moment the next time you think you can criticize my methodology in front of our colleagues. I want you to remember this taste. Savor it."
Franke seemed to open up, her pace gently quickening as the barrier of formal decency and convention had been solidly broken. "I want you to remember the texture of my seed on your tongue. You are going to give yourself to me completely and unequivocally, because that is what you are good for. That is why I chose you, Wilson. Because now you and your little resolve continuously insist on distracting me." Franke grinned, forcing Luke’s head slowly, but surely closer to her as his practiced lips progressively took her length. Tears welled up around his eyes as he lustily stared up at his scientist partner, who bucked her hips back ever gently to allow him just enough time and room to breathe. Her eyes were piercing and powerful as she glared down at his perfect, vulnerable face with a satisfied grin. "And you just look so lovely- you look wonderful where you are, my dear.” Franke's words echoed like a stream of music through Luke's mind, the cutting pangs of intimacy, trust, and praise dancing like knives in a conflicting battle between his pride and his desire. He wetly hummed around her length as she pulled his head so deeply forward as to touch his nose to the neatly trimmed triangle of black pubic hair above her shaft. Now she had choked him twice- this time all the way to the back of his throat.
This time, however, Luke had intentionally submitted himself to this treatment. She gripped Luke's face and pressed his head against her pelvis to prevent him from rising any further, but he did not budge, the disorienting high he was experiencing more than enough to keep his motivation and stifle his gag reflex, which Franke knew was already a feature he had trained away. Finally satisfied with his display of servitude, the troll relinquished her grasp on him, her hand reaching up to taste an index finger that was now covered in a mixture of genetic material and saliva. Luke flinched, but did not waver as he held himself there for her, his mouth contorting around the girthy, invading appendage before drawing his head back off with a horribly lewd and unbecoming slurp. Once more, the human gasped for air in a daze, looking up at his kismesis with lidded, vulnerable eyes as a web of viscous, teal-tinted strings still connected his lips and tongue to her glans.
“Franke…” He gasped, her name itself inciting a feeling of forbidden comfort and pleasure as he leaned forward to gently tongue and kiss at her frenulum. His brows curled upwards and a cold shudder overtook his body while his mouth diligently worked along the underside of her shaft. Relishing in the visual, the troll took hold of herself again and forcefully grinded her slick girth against his face, further staining his pink skin with varying shades of teal as her hips bucked roughly into him. Luke remained devout on his knees as she toyed with his face, at one point even slapping his cheek multiple times with the widest point of her girth.
“Suck,” she ordered, further forcing him downwards to attend to the smooth skin of the two delicate balls that hung below her. Luke obeyed without further instruction, taking her delicately into his mouth and carefully lavishing her cold anatomy with warm, salivating praise. He could feel Franke continue to stroke herself as he did so, the sound of which was now slick and wet with the fluids he had so eagerly drawn from her. His partner hummed in approval, her foot idly moving to place the flat of her heel flush against Luke’s own cock, soliciting a moan from him as he bathed her. Franke stroked herself slowly, but firmly, moving her length slightly to the right so that she may properly take in the sight of her partner’s worship.
“Look at me, Wilson,” she further instructed, hips temporarily ceasing to roll against his face. Luke’s eyes carefully flickered upwards; his left eyelid partially closed to avoid the stinging intrusion of the genetic material that she had previously painted him with. He could see in Franke’s eyes the usual domineering gaze, the distinctive Alternian satisfaction in a successful conquest written in her retina. But there was something else. In her wide, lusty pupils there was an undeniable and overwhelming look of infatuation. Adoration. Love.
Love that she could only just barely keep hidden. Love that demanded release.
Love that was equally reciprocated.
“Fuck,” Franke whined, her eyes slamming shut as she bit her lip, the pace of her stroke quickening. “Take me, Wilson,” she directed as Luke released her with a trained lick, moving his head back to attend to her glans. “Open your mouth.”
Luke did so, letting his lips fall open and closing one eye for protection- protection that was quickly found unnecessary as Franke took hold of his head once more and roughly fed herself into him. The sudden movement caused Luke to gag, but the troll showed him little mercy as her hand continued to stroke her pulsating base. This was it. Franke allowed herself the luxury of an uncharismatic moan as she properly and thoroughly fucked her partner’s face, the ensuing wet mess of which was now beginning to run down Luke’s chin as he was claimed. With that, the latex grip on Luke's head tightened as her hand roughly, painfully grasped his hair one final time as she eagerly spilled her seed in the warm confines of his mouth. Her teal-flushed, grey length flexed and pulsated between his lips, pumping a sudden and salty torrent of viscous genetic material onto Luke's very human and very overwhelmed taste buds. Luke's eyes widened and shut, trying to pull away for air but ultimately failing to as his partner used his fragile throat as her own beloved receptacle. The scent and flavor of her cum dominated his senses- her frantic emissions flowing down his neck and onto the floor as he was made to swallow what he could of what she gracefully deposited in her thrusts.
“Take me, Wilson,” she repeated, her voice sultry and dazed in the glow of her climax. “Take all of me,”. Luke's eyes snapped open once more as he felt Franke's hand begin to stroke the length of his face again, her pace finally slowing into a gentle, rocking embrace as she softened between his lips. Luke lulled back, finally able to steal a breath away from the space that she had granted him in the moment. After what felt like ten minutes of this awkward, sensual, wet embrace, Franke finally withdrew herself, her cock stickily falling from Luke’s now teal face as a few excess drops of her genetic material splattered to the floor. The laboratory was silent apart from their non-harmonious gasps as they both bathed in the revelation and afterglow of the events that had just transpired.
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